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Poems

Louise May 10
(๐—ฎ๐—ณ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—–๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฅ๐—ผ๐—ฎ๐—ป)


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๐˜๐˜ช ๐˜ช๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ
๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€™๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜บ
๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ, ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ,
๐˜Š๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ โ™ก

Not a crush, weโ€™re not in high school, darling
This rush, I never saw it coming
Donโ€™t talk, Iโ€™ll write another line
'Cause thinking about you feels like a **** crime.
Iโ€™d love if you knew you are why I write,
more often than the times I even drink wine.
My bookโ€™s a flop, but hereโ€™s another one.
And who knows who youโ€™re with again tonight?

Touch me baby, feel the heat on my skin,
come take me out of this hell that Iโ€™m in.
I know you want it, baby come and take it,
oh Iโ€™ve never tried it, doing it on some nice beach.

Like a mighty bird being clipped off its wings,
my old songs, I can no longer sing,
but you can help me,
make me fly and soar free...
Oh, I never thought Iโ€™d be
drowning In El Nido

Save me, baby (save me, save me, save me, save me)
Save me, baby (drowning in El Nido)
Save me, baby (save me, save me, save me, save me)
Save me, baby (drowning in El Nido)

I see how things are really gonna be
Weโ€™re too far to spin this to reality
Distance, both in body and mind,
I will stay entrapped in this fantasy.
But I canโ€™t
help but think
what if we just try it?
In Palawan, our lips will be one.
One kiss away from your best mistake.

Touch me baby, youโ€™re running out of time
Iโ€™m gonna snap and I will lose my mind!
Do you want it? I need to hear you say it.
Oh Iโ€™m losing my breath, drowning in El Nido!

Save me, baby (save me, save me, save me, save me)
Save me, baby (drowning in El Nido)
Save me, baby (save me, save me, save me, save me)
Save me, baby (drowning in El Nido)

Sunsets and sailboats
I kept your name like an oath
If you donโ€™t try, then itโ€™s your loss
One kiss away from your best mistake!

Save me, baby (save me, save me, save me, save me)
Save me, baby (drowning in El Nido)
Save me, baby (save me, save me, save me, save me)
Save me, baby (drowning in El Nido)

Wonโ€™t you ******* come here?
Kiss me, touch me, save me? (drowning in El Nido)
But I want all of it now! (drowning in El Nido)
Oh, yeah, oh (drowning in El Nido)
Drowning in El Nido...
Sing to the tune of "Naked In Manhattan"
holy worlds of culture lie undead,
divided, cocooned,
near and dear
in pristine
hermetically sealed jars.

profoundly deceased artists
greater generations
cryogenically frozen;
wait for disease no more,
erased and forgotten by history.

Make room for new records,
consciousness too
streaming through
your tube,
my tube,
our tube.

Cut and paste:
Save the ****, save the pop-ups, save the ads,
save the text, save the papers, save the bits, save
the bytes, save the one, save the zero, save the site,
save the facts, save the mirrors, save the mother,
and the father, save the dots, save the
photos, save the mood, save your game,
save your thoughts, save the time, save the
plot, save this show, save the world, save
the breeze, save the key, save the music, save this song,
safe advice, save the space, save this spot,
save the ages, save the screen, save your pride,
save indulgence,
save your dream.
MC Hammered  Nov 2014
Save
MC Hammered Nov 2014
I save bottle caps, and dead lighters.
I save half finished cigarettes.
The colorful ends of incense sticks,
empty bottles from that night last week,last month,
last year.
I save every note passed,
out of service phone numbers,
rocks that find me.
I save old playlists.
I save CDs that are too scratched up to play anymore.
I save books found in abandoned buildings,
falling apart at the seams.
I save dead roses from that Valentines Day,
and dead hydrangeas from the following Summer.
I save the sand still stuck in my shoes.
I save Dadโ€™s ring, Momโ€™s pendant.
One day I will save
Grandmaโ€™s gold cross.
I save the happy tears, the sad ones,
the unexplainable ones.
I save all the opportunities I never took,
all the ones I did.
I save his hazel eyes,
her brown ones.
I save the foggy mornings and
the rainy afternoons.
The seemingly endless nights with no place to be, nowhere to go.
I save the time.
I save the lonely car rides under falling leaves.
The silence.
I save the feeling of missing him,
and all the things I never got the chance to say.
I save the longing and the wallowing.
I save the strength that pain demands.
The gratification of a hard days work,
and calluses on hands.
I save the knowledge that I canโ€™t have one
without the other.
~
I save everything I can catch with worn, weary hands,
everything that does not
slip between the
cracks of my
fingers.